His Happiness From My Sadness
I finally opened myself up to someone,
Who I thought was ultra-mega special,
But unfortunately was nothing but a liar.
What A Best Friend Is Suppose To Be
It is not normal when you hear a child say
That their best friend is their grandmother.
You would always think that their best friend
Would be some little kid from down the street.
I Hear Voices, Do I Listen Or Not?
Voices, there are so many in this world,
No two voices are the same
There every where i hear them in my head, in my sleep,
And i have to deal with them when I'm awake.
I should be thankful, shouldn't I?
Well, I try to anyways,
but I just can't make myself be thankful,
It's kinda hard when you do not have anything to
Fall, Oh How I Love Fall!
Golden, brown, and red leaves,
falling from beautiful, big, Autumn trees,
falling down all around,
little kids giggling, and running about.
The stuff your voice does to me.
Oh, how it gives me chills.
It makes me shiver, yet it warms my insides.
I use to love the warmth in your voice, it use to make me feel safe.